Page 34 of The Witch's Heart
Drastic measures. I snort.
You’d think kidnapping me was drastic enough.
“Miss D’LeLune, can you tell me how you created that fire?”
What?
“I...”
I glance around, noting the fish tank in the corner and the constant buzzing sound it makes. When I realize it’s empty, I look closer.
Instead of water and fish, there’s a reptile curled inside the glass tank.
The buzzing is from a heat lamp that shines into the cage. I stare at it, jealous of the warmth.
“Do you like snakes, Miss D’LeLune?”
“No.” I shudder and the man’s lips press into something like a smile.
But it isn’t.
He’s a snake.
The buzzing of the tank’s lamp thrums in my head, drowning out the voices that begin to whisper.
“Do you know when your magic first surfaced?”
I blink, tearing my attention from the caged serpent. The man watches me with a calculated charm.
Don’t trust him.
“I didn’t know I had magic until I came here.”
“And now that you know, how do you feel about it?”
I look around again. Nothing about this room is familiar.
“How did I get here?”
“You walked.”
Did I?
Between us is a coffee table and on it, a digital recorder.
“I thought I was supposed to have sessions with Dr. Livingstone.”
“This is a bonus session,” he says, and something about the words, the way he says them, sends a shiver up my spine. His calmness seems practiced now.
“Who are you?”
“My name is Dr. Cutter.”
The name sounds familiar, but I can’t place from where.
“What do you want with me?”
“To help you,” he says.
